With my brother Ian visiting for three night stay, I’d a two day sabbatical from writing over the weekend. Late nights, excessive imbibing of vino, gardening and building a wheelie bin store ensuring I’d neither the time or energy levels to wax lyrical. Feeling drained from lack of sleep and over the top thirst quenching,…
Tag: fiction
Literal & Figurative Small Steps
After four days of suffering, discomfort consequential from straining my lateral knee ligament has started abating. Don’t get me wrong, every now and again I’m being blind-sided by sharp joint twinges, leading to a swift unanticipated expulsions of air. However, if required, at least now I can drive again, mercifully affording me greater scope mobility…
Gertcha
This morning was spent power-blasting the lower garden patio and retaining wall at casa Strachan. My removal of ground-in muck from flags, stone and mortar a therapeutic maintenance task, enhancing the backyard’s aesthetics, as part of ongoing garden renovations. Whilst removing this grime from jardin masonry, built in 1990 by my old man, GJ Strachan’s…
The Comedy Is Finished
I’m finding the writing process more challenging and significantly less cathartic of late. The strain of being a full-time carer for my mum, and having to write in sporadic spurts due to higher priority chores, diminishing the esprit ordinarily imparted by penning prose. In particular, I’m finding writing in my favoured genre of whimsy tough…
Praying
Sunday witnessed me in reflective mood; in particular pondering matters ecclesiastical. Amongst numerous spiritual notions crossing my mind was if God did indeed maketh man what warranty was he offering……. Not to mention, whether there’s a uniform in the afterlife, and if so does take into account clothing allergies. I’ve written before about the faith…
Let’s Hug
As from 17th May we in England will be once again allowed to hug each other……. Well, unless it’s an unconsenting clinch which could end up with a restraining order; or sore testicles…… Unless, you’re a woman, where the latter won’t apply…… Unless, of course, you’re a woman with testicles! Anyhow, moving on swiftly, it’s…
Looking Sharp
To fill in a loose hour or so this morning, I undertook the enthralling task of sorting and sharpening the scores of pencils procured since taking up caricature drawing last August. A task which, although well short of raising my spirits to euphoric , was a surprisingly soothing assignment. GJ Strachan awestruck to learn that…
Seeing The Wood And The Trees
Around lunchtime today I’ll receive my second COVID jab; a final vaccination which’ll (for the time being) markedly reduce jeopardy of me contracting coronavirus. Despite being extremely grateful at being administered this efficacious potion, courtesy of the National Health Service, how this event impacts my prevailing lifestyle is as yet to be determined. Clearly, this…
Seeking Sawyer’s Savvy
The last two days have been predominantly played out with yours truly indulging in the insipid chore of treating garden timber. Not the most fascinating of existential plots, however not bearing the influencing skills of Tom Sawyer who succeeded in gaslighting friends into undertaking his fence whitewashing, I begrudgingly bit that particular woodwork decorating bullet….